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INTERPRÉTATION
Carlos O’Connell
Guitare
Conor Deegan III
Basse
Grian Chatten
Chant
Tom Coll
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Carlos O’Connell
Composition
Conor Curley
Composition
Conor Deegan III
Composition
Grian Chatten
Paroles/Composition
Tom Coll
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dan Carey
Production
Alexis Smith
Ingénierie
Christian Wright
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned
Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
Get along, get along, get alone, get alone
Heard about the week on the Dalymount seat, yeah
Baby, come on 'fore the going gets gone
Heard you lied to the Major
Won't be long
Well, I wish upon a wedding for a picture in the star
When they knock for ya don't forget who you are
Skinty Fia
Baby, come on whose side are you on?
I don't wanna see the queen
I already sing her song
While they're snuffing out hopes and they're blotting out suns
They claim to know the form in which genius comes
Baby come on get your high heels on
It's the body is cold
It's the course is run
What artless living all this soft pain thrills
What calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills!
Can you feel it?
Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned
Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
Get along, get along, get alone, get alone
Was it the weed or the moment that stoned ye?
Baby come on get the hourglass on
I will dart into town, no I won't be long
If the talk's getting cold, we'll be chancing none
Well, you know what I'm saying
Our day will come
Can you feel it?
Won't be long
Can you feel it?
Writer(s): Thomas Patrick Coll, Grian Alexander Chatten, Conor Patrick Curley, Conor Patrick Deegan, Carlos Ramos O'connell
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